Sketches

From The Place. I'm still debating whether or not to give it an actual name; I'm not sure. Anyway.
Top left, Garth, in full troll-form. She's leaping off the clocktower of Lower Place. Compasses don't work in Place, and there are no stars, so the clocktower is the only real way to tell where you are. Garth has a very long, heavy tail that is crucial in maintaining her orientation in the air when she's freefalling like this. The clocktower is also the main eyrie in town for gargoyles.
Right below Garth is Theo, the weerraptor that is in constant raptor form. Theo is wearing a mini tophat that's kept on her head by some elastic. She'd rather wear a normal tophat, but they can't stay on her raptor head, and elasticky strings on normal size hats just look silly.
Next to Theo is her ex, a unicorn nymph. Unicorns in the Place play a curious part no one is quite certain of at this point. All that's known is that when they show up, bad things are going to happen. Unicorns alter the solidity of reality around them. In ye olde days, this just made them impossible to find on Earth. In the Place, where reality is already unstable, it really screws things up. People have been known to be trapped between the fabrics of reality after getting too close to unicorns. Unicorns are also suspected to possess some sort of malignant intent towards humans especially. Maybe it has something to do with being hunted for centuries on many worlds for their horns, which are said to give the possessor immortality. In the early stages of their life, when their horns are stubby little things and they're not powerful enough to protect themselves via altering reality to escape, they take different forms to sort of disguise themselves. Horse with a horn? Obviously a unicorn. Person with a horn and a tail and hooves and funky ears? Not to mention weird skin and hair? Wtf, burn it. BURN IT.
So yes, unicorn boy has had some issues with being accused of witchcraft in some of the more primitive worlds. Which is why he prefers the Place, where everyone's too disoriented to care. He doesn't have a name yet. He's also a prostitute. And he's pissed at Theo for being a dinosaur all the time. He misses her. It doesn't help that he's one of her best sources when she wants to dig up dirt on the darker sorts to make this week's column more interesting. So occasionally they sort of HAVE to run into each other.
The floof above them is Azerith cuddling with his baby Giant Salamander. I dunno its name, but he loves the ugly little thing. He finds it adorable. I kept his stripes on his body this time around because I felt like it, and his tail may or may not be actually attached to him at the moment. Those are his eyes looking down at the salamander, and his mouth below those.
He keeps his nose on his face because a disembodied nose just isn't that sexy.
Aaaaand the big black thing is the gargoyle landing on a rooftop somewheres. Her hood and dorsal are currently inflated, and that's her mantle stretching out on either side of her. When deflated, her hood turns into a literal hood, and her mantle folds around her like a cloak. If you didn't see her face at night, she'd look like a cloaked figure and nothing more.
Above her is Ivan, looking like the sorry little wet blanket he is. Cheer up, Ivan. Why so serious?
Oh yeah. You OD'd on a magical faultline, which is why your sorry ass ended up here in the first place, left most of your memories behind you aside from a few choice emotional scars, and now you're suck in a who-knows-what working in an Inn serving tables and trying not to piss yourself from terror when the gargoyle appears on your balcony every night.
And crying out loud, stop complaining to the manager about her. It's her roost, you moron. She was there first.